Why was she alone on this shift again?! They never cared about her or her cooking. This whole restaurant was turning into a major shithole and it broke her heart. Things used to be so much better before the former head chef left. Madelyne's hands moved on their own cutting, dicing and slicing, but she was behind, and she knew it.. which the waitresses kept reminding her with new orders. Then suddenly, she was handed a tray with freshly cut onions and mushrooms, a bit uneven but still. She averted her blue eyes from the boiling pots and smouldering pans "What... is this?"